Solitude
Solitude
Solitude, rushing in like the sea, pushing into every space, overwhelming, changing the level of place between what can be breathed and what now lies, submerged, beneath the wave-licked ebb and flow,
Jon Collins
Word weaver, tale teller, singer of songs, baker and candlestick maker. Pattern whisperer. Distiller of clarity from complexity. Professional focus on software delivery, with all that enables it.
The Armed Man
This "come and sing" session was delightful, albeit a bit discomfiting due to the lack of tenors and my close proximity to the Kings Singer who was running it. I apologised
The doorway in my mind is a metaphor
The doorway in my mind is a metaphor
The doorway in my mind is a metaphor
The long street that winds, and vanishes
Into the mist, a question still unanswered
From childhood—or
Stolen, forsaken
Stolen, forsaken
Moments created in time
Seconds turn to hours
You Can’t Force It
You Can’t Force It
You can’t force it, you can’t cause it
You can’t make it happen just because you want it
You can’t shape it out of